I’m not used to sleeping without blankies, see. I’d have the fan pointed at me, sleep without the covers, and wake up feeling nice and dandy. That’s the way things usually go. I’m a warm-blooded creature. The cold is supposed to mean nothing to me.

But these days, I wake up shivering despite the fact that I’m buried beneath two layers of bedcovers. I step into the shower, and the next thing I know, I’m yelping due to the cold. I don’t understand it at all.

Maybe my blood is slowing down? Like, I’m slowly becoming more reptilian as the days progress? I should probably start growing scales within the next few days.

But wait, wait! Don’t reptiles survive well in the cold? Scratch that.

Maybe my skin is getting thinner. Sooner or later, my skin’d be so thin, you could actually start seeing my muscles and my veins and arteries.

But that’d be gross. So gross! My friends’d leave me,and I’ll have to wear makeup and clothes that hid every inch of my body. That’s no fun.